To my friends and the bonds we made
to the ones we lost along the way
I pray you remember me
my life lived not lost
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In shadowed halls where secrets lay
A tale of vengeance, I convey
whispered vows, my Task begins.
with pen in hand, I craft a tale of retribution's demand
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In shadows cast by vows now torn
A young man weeps, a heart forlorn
Divorce's bitter
A biting chill
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iam the light griming in the darkness
or am i the darkness consuming the light
am the one in the womb
hidden to the barbarities of this aeon
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right or wrong
the everlasting song
good or bad
is the difference that hard
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Deadmen March, in the silent chant
the whispers echo in my soul
Feelings slither into my being
Unfamiliar thoughts cloud
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I weep but my thorns dont sleep
I cry, to be happy I try
With every breath i dream
To be a gastby my strife
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not anticipated, not required
aneruption of maximum desire
cultivated in secret
strictly to be admonished but yet cherished
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Was it the innocence in your eyes?
or was it the fullness of your heart?
I loved the little mischief moments we had
truly, my partner in crime
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